John Boyle O'Reilly
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A White Rose
THE red rose whispers of passion,
And the white rose breathes of love;
O, the red rose is a falcon,
And the white rose is a dove.
But I send you a cream-white rosebud
With a flush on its petal tips;
For the love that is purest and sweetest
Has a kiss of desire on the lips
The Useless Ones
Poets should not reason:
Let them sing!
Argument is treason —
Bells should ring.
Statements none, nor questions;
Like the birds.